Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 36, Number 137, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 December 1904 — Page 4 Advertisements Column 2 [ADVERTISEMENT]

GOGTO Wi t H A i.EGOr j. Bought £2 Yc'sra .Agb—Out of Fsch-on Repeatedly, But Still in Service. “Yes, sir.” said George N. Arnold, of pevaian Lake, “them boots vis 52 years bid that I know of. and they are likely to last me the balance of my life. They have gone out and came back in style 1 half a dozen time? at least since I got them.” Away over in Cay uga eounty, N, ¥., -Mrv A i hoW —was wor kin -cm a - farm when he was invited by his friend, George Fox, to stand as his best man at the wedding. Tie was- in nc;! -of a pair of boots, so-he went to a shoemaker in Mcjravla and asked him to fit him outT The cobbler said he' had a pair he had made for another man, but they dicki't. fit.. • lie believed they wotikiiiflt Mr. Arhould. He might have them- tor 50 u-es less; thtUL.ihiX: price if they rmld .do. “ v nd.” s?. v< i the Wisconsin, pioneer. *T paid'aim 53 and took them along.” i’ That was in November, 1532. On March 11L.-185-I,.Air. -Arnold wore the same boots on the happy occasion when be iefl’tO' 5! Ss 8 PhTFeniFSram' son. On srptp-y]i7or li* of-ltm - ■■*- --- yi* he eftfflg i< > -■” iv~iand i at. .lan vi 1 ’c. On March 23, IbuS; he-an.t htw bride took up their abode in thy little frame house in. which they hire still living. . G<jgri* fortune 1 <>ok pp iia abod a -a".rt lingered continually with the pair, who had hewn a home in the woods. While love and the hoots have lasted Mr. Arnold and his good wife have, moved along, laying >:.p store until no o ' knows what they have safely fgyesthd for their old age. This little farm itself is Worth $50,000, but the price of a whole acre wouldn’t buy the beats. It must not he inferred that the owner has not taken extra good care of his favorite footwear. He bas always done oiling them at intervals. He explains that he wasn't accustomed to plow up the virgin sod while wearing them, and when chasing over hills for cows he wore felts. But when he goes to town, or any time when he wants Dame Fortune to standi him well in hand, he takes hold of the old straps that have never once given way and pulls on the calfskins in which he has trodden the path to prosperity.—Baltimore Herald.

Does the Mule Kick? It has become an everyday assertion that nothing, or hardly anything, is sacred to this generafion. Traditions which have had the sanction of uncounted ages and which were never before questioned are now glibly and contemptuously denied by the confident present. Perhaps the most appalling Instance of inconoclasm is that of Colonel Jenkins, who protests that the mule is the most maligned of all amiable creatures, and that it has never, In any circumstances, kicked a man. There could be no more striking proof of the incredulity, the rank agnosticism of the time than this attempt to set up the mule as a gentle, affectionate and forbearing beast, which bears no malice and would allow a man to tack a placard on its rump without kicking out. But it is not mainly because of its significance in this regard that the denial of the mule’s kicking disposition is mischievous. Should Colonel Jenkins’ estimate of the mule be accepted, a vast amount of profanity which has been looked upon as excusable or necessary must be charged against mankind as both wanton and cruel. Even the army chaplains were induced to concede the blamelessness of the passionate language aimed at the army mule. The obstinacy or Inveterate stubbornness, the malice and homicidal wickedness of the mule, it has been universally believed, required of its driver—whether an army teamster or a plantation negro—a flow of vitriolic profanity which, if inexcusable and unnecessary, must consign the human race to torment. It may be amusing to light-minded persons to assail cherished tractions, but it is important that thoughtful men should consider the consequences of accepting the statements of the incredulous. —Philadelphia Record.

The Kiss. Born of Mother Eve in the gardlen, awake with lusty life; the handmaid of human happiness through the centuries which preceeded the dawn of a higher civilization; the spiritual greeting of early church and the medium through which Judas betrayed his Master; ever a symbol of love and the acme of human bliss —the kiss. The kiss lives in all languages; knows neither race nor condition, nor does it care a continental; sets all laws at defiance If occasion requires; in Cupid’s courts sits enthroned and crowned as a king to whom the world yields ready homage. It is passion’s parent always —the beginning of the banquet—the Manhattan Cocktail of fascinating flavor which precedes the feast! Kisses are of two kinds —those of love, and those of esteem—easily recognized tin sight The last is purely perfunctory—something which is but was not, and never really happened. But the other —what does it not say and mean! Beautiful as Hebe, with a form double-discounting Diana, Minerva’s brow, eyes like stare .and lips which would throw a ruby into 14 varieties of fits—say, ain’t she a dopetinted, deamy dream! Take her to your arms, gently but firmly, and as she tips her head to get a squint at the north star nail her to the cross—let your lips softly impinge upon hern, and hold hard! Counf five ere you release her —50 If you both feel that way. God! but lt’a good!—Wyoming Sagebrush Philosophy.

Each summer, when we go away. How happy we would be If our bald head could only say, “There are oe flee on m